to a common ground, baby (Stay fly for me) Any man, he could claim to be the one for you (Say word, say word, say word, say word) But put a street to
Bản dịch: A Tribe Called Quest. Common Ground (Get It Going On).
Bản dịch: A Tribe Called Quest. Common Ground.
the field they should be dead by then Wipe the sweat off my neck and tally ho the plow I'm gonna grow a woman from the ground The night was a chalkboard with a
know the time of year It's easier to tan down here House under the ground House under the ground House under the ground And I'd have a house under the ground
the color changing To follow the range inside your mind I've tried to please her Maybe I'll weave her a lullaby The fallen trees are not yet in season But underground A
I've come this far Take a gun,. they're only there for fun If it's right or it's wrong, it's a sign It must be a movie or song Point the blame, violence
A toast to democracy The prison guard of this society Sides in the voting game Disappear into the same machine The same machine A toast To US bases
the clouds Chorus: From each side of the world We're calling Watching the walls come falling down And you know Together we go on learning Perfecting the art of common ground
have to, I can do anything, I am strong I am invincible, I am woman Well, a feet that fits so comfortably on your shoulder Are the same one's that's gonna stand my ground
I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom You're free but in your mind (Your freedom's in a bind) Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall
right now bought a Phantom and a Lamb but Im in my vette right now I raped the game without a rubber bank account are pregnant now the day they tried to murder me a
down the boulevard Me and baby Bonnie and Clyde off in the rental cars Propositions through politicians are common now My money tall we can never be on common ground
hommie Its another drinkin, its another room And getting that cash, its always a tailor Always a true love, always a hater When youz a star, theres never a
so overwhelmed by its sheer intensity I had to pop myself a beer Yes, on these hallowed grounds, open ten to eight on weekdays In a little shrine under a
of flesh. "Take your clothes off," I commanded like a bold and common bandit basking in a feeling of control. I was standing back behind them with a
Or cause a country boy to cook A carrot or a cake But don't forget the feelings Of a friend are hard to fake He lives a life of April leaves Respondent
